Page 16 of Pushed Through The Dark
"She does have a voice," Koa said with a smile. "It's prettier than I thought. With the blood-curdling screams I heard from you earlier, I wasn't sure you had any voice left."
"Fuck you." Staring into his eyes, I refused to look away. I knew the rules that Virgo had trained me to follow, I knew what was expected of a girl like me, but he wasn't getting any of that.
Sucking in the air from the back of my throat, I spit in his face. Baring my teeth, I wanted him to see it in my eyes that I wasn't his little minx, I wasn't going to just shy away. I was going to do the one thing I hadn't really done. I was going to fight for myself, truly, and fully fight for myself.
Wiping the saliva off his face with the back of his hand, he smirked. "Uh uh. . ." Pausing, he tisked me, shaking his head. "That's no way to treat the man who saved you." Tilting his head, he dug his fingers deeper into my cheeks. "I expected more from you, little minx, I really did." Slipping his fingers around my head, he gripped my roots and yanked on my scalp. "Come, we can't be late."
Using force, Koa pushed me in front of him as he walked me back to the limo. Even under the cover of darkness, I could see the anger in his eyes, the small red flames that flickered on, giving his pupils a burst of color.
He didn't like that I tried to run away, and he definitely didn't like that I wasn't being a good little slave like Virgo advertised his girls to be.
"Let me go!" I growled, digging my heels into the dirt.
I tried to lock my legs so he couldn't move me, and defend myself. Swinging my arms, I struck his chest, his forearms, his biceps. I slapped and smacked him as hard as I could.
It was useless. I wasn't strong enough. My muscles were too weak to compete with him. It felt like I was hitting a brick wall.
Koa let out a laugh as he pushed me along. His laugh turned my stomach, infuriating me even more. Swiping my hand at his face, all I wanted to do was tear his smile clear off.
My nails hit his skin, causing him to stop in his tracks as they raked through the layers. Inside I felt this sliver of victory as if I had won a small battle. I had stopped him, I had hurt him.
Grunting, Koa reached up and grabbed his face, glaring down at me. Rocking his jaw back and forth, he dabbed the bloody scratches with his fingers. There was a long silence, where he didn't say a word, he just stared at me.
With his fingers still tightly wrapped in my hair, he brought his lips to my ear and whispered. "A little advice, don't do that again orI willfucking kill you myself." With a light shove, he pushed me in the direction of the car.
The way he said it sent a shiver down my spine, causing the hair on my arms to bristle. He was serious, his threat easily felt in the tone of his voice. I had been afraid of Virgo and Blue, afraid of the life I had been living, but the mystery of this man, and the richness of his voice, scared me even more.
He was capable of evil.
As we stepped out of the trees, Knox was leaning against the door of the car with his arms folded across his chest. "Little bitch is fast, huh? Didn't expect that." Arching a brow, his lids lowered. "What the hell happened to your face?"
"A fucking stick happened, that's what," Koa snapped, fixing his sleeves and adjusting his collar. "Just get the fuck in, we need to go."
He didn't tell him it was me. Why didn't he tell him I did that?
Knox opened the door and climbed in, Koa shoved me inside and climbed in behind me.
Giving his brother a look, Knox strummed his knuckles against the window. "Let's go."
The limo rolled back out onto the road, and neither brother said another word to each other. Curling my legs up into my chest, I snuggled my body into the corner where the seat and the door met the floor.
Keeping my eyes down, I could feel Koa looking at me. His eyes burned a hole in the top of my head, his gaze intense and unavoidable in our sour cocoon. There was nowhere for me to go, nowhere for me to hide, I was on display.
Leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees, Knox rubbed his hands back and forth. "Where you taking her? To the East Side estate?"
"Don't worry about it." Running his thumb across his bottom lip, he kept his eyes locked on mine.
"Dickhead, I'm asking because when—"
"I said don't fucking worry about it." His eyes popped open as his lip curled angrily. "You need to learn to keep your mouth shut and stop asking questions. This doesn't involve you, so fuck off."
"Fine," Knox said under his breath.
The car started to slow down, and both men turned their attention to the windows at their sides. Following their lead, I looked up. I could see the bright lights of a runway and hear the loud engines of jets.
We're at the airport. . . I can get some help here.
The idea flooded made brain and it all made sense. There would be people everywhere; guards, pilots, workers, passengers, so many people that I could find help.
